Reality Poem by Sam Byron

You,
Make
The hairs
On
The back
Of my neck
Stand on end,
In
Just
One touch.

You,
Were
An angel,
Out of
The blue clear sky
The halo,
For my
Devilish
Intentions.

You
Said
Take it
One night
At a time,
So that
We did
As well as
Taking
The day.




You,
Were
The dream
When I wasn’t sleeping,
All
The time
You were
There,
To put a smile
On my face.

If
There were
A competition
In love,
You would be there
To take
First place.

But,
Now I know
Because of you
That
Dreams
Were meant
For sleeping
And,
Fairytales don’t
Come true.